The Goku Yamaguchi Dojo stands proudly in the heart of Linhai City—Yanghua Street, a renowned corridor with exotic charm.
Yanghua Street stands out on the map of Linhai City, not because of its prosperity, but because of two unique features deeply engraved on it.
Firstly, the streets are filled with the pure charm of the country, like a microcosm of a foreign land, showcasing the unique allure of exotic cultures.
However, this prohibition, which forbids Chinese people from setting foot in this place, has become an unspeakable hidden pain for the city.
On the vast land of China, there exists such a small place that openly rejects its own compatriots with whom it shares blood ties. For the people of Linhai, this is undoubtedly a wound in their hearts, a shame that is difficult to heal.
Despite the public outrage, there was nothing that could be done, because behind this street lay an unspeakable protective force, and the Yamaguchi Dojo was that cold gatekeeper.
Every traveler attempting to approach Yanghua Street must pass through the cold gates of the Yamaguchi Dojo.
Above the lintel, glaring words were boldly engraved: "Chinese people and dogs are not allowed to enter," like a resounding slap in the face, making every Chinese person passing by feel their heart bleed.
Wu Tian, his eyes blazing, stood beneath the inscription of shame, his brows furrowed as if they could be squeezed dry.
Witnessing such a scene on this land that had once fought valiantly against foreign aggression, his heart burned with rage, and he vowed to drive the Chinese people out of this place.
He strode forward, each step heavy and firm, but halfway there he was blocked by warriors from the Kingdom of Wales.
A martial artist with a small mustache, his eyes full of disdain and provocation, hurled insults: "Chinese pigs, get out of here, or you'll die!"
Wu Tian's lips curled into a cold, indifferent smile, responding with the shock of his actions: "Those who insult China deserve to be punished."
After saying that, he casually waved his hand, and the arrogant mustachioed martial artist flew up like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the provocative sign.
With a deafening roar, the sign shattered into pieces, and the mustachioed warrior became a victim of the conflict, never to return.
This scene left another triangular-eyed martial artist present speechless, his heart filled with a mixture of fear and anger.
His voice trembled as he uttered a harsh threat: "You...you wait, I'll make you pay!"
After speaking, he fled into the venue like a stray dog, leaving behind shock and discussion throughout the street.
Wu Tian stood still, his gaze piercing through the crowd and reaching the mountain pass dojo. This place was not only occupied by the people of the Goku Kingdom, but also harbored the culprit who caused the destruction of the Wu family.
His expression was calm as still water, yet a surge of indescribable righteous anger welled up within him.
Let's settle both the old and new scores together!
The onlookers on the street corner all cast approving glances at Wu Tian's heroic act, involuntarily raising their thumbs up, their hearts filled with admiration for his extraordinary courage.
He not only single-handedly shattered the highly insulting sign, but also ignited the dormant spirit of resistance in the hearts of the people like a wildfire.
However, they were also worried about Wu Tian, after all, there were many martial artists in the country, and those people were inhuman.
If Wu Tian were to confront him, he would likely face dire consequences.
"Young man, why don't you run before those foreign martial artists arrive?"
"A wise man knows when to yield. Young man, you've already done a great job. But staying alive is the most important thing."
Wu Tian remained unfazed, his righteous indignation evident as he spoke with resounding conviction: "This is Chinese soil. How can I possibly retreat? How can our great nation of China allow such petty villains from the United States to trample upon it at will?"
These words stirred up a surge of patriotism in the hearts of the crowd, and their admiration for Wu Tian reached its zenith.
In their hearts, Wu Tian became a guardian deity, leading them to defend the dignity and glory of this land to the death.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the Yamaguchi Dojo, and a group of well-equipped Russian martial artists came out in formation, forming an arc-shaped encirclement around Wu Tian and the onlookers.
The leading warrior, clad in heavy armor and wielding a German samurai sword, stared intently at Wu Tian with eyes as sharp as a hawk: "How dare you provoke me at my German Yamaguchi Dojo! Do you know your crime?"
Wu Tian smiled slightly, a smile that contained both contempt and fearlessness: "Expelling the Tartars and protecting our land, what crime is there in such a righteous cause?"
The Chinese onlookers shouted in unison, "What crime have they committed?"
Instantly, the surrounding Chinese people, united in spirit, shouted, "What crime have they committed!"
The fear he had felt earlier was completely dispelled by Wu Tian's lofty aspirations at this moment, replaced by an infinite yearning for justice and a deep love for his country.
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, or even if they face death, their eyes still shine with unwavering determination.
As the public's voices converged into an unstoppable torrent, Wu Tian's figure stood out even more prominently in the crowd, like an unyielding flag.
His gaze pierced through the encirclement, meeting head-on with the leading Russian warrior without flinching.
"You have humiliated the Chinese people on my Chinese soil, and you dare to ask me what crime I have committed? The real criminals are you!" Wu Tian's voice was clear and powerful, piercing through the noise of the crowd and striking the hearts of everyone present.
The warriors from the Kingdom of Wales had grim expressions, clearly angered and surprised by Wu Tian's attitude.
However, the leading warrior did not make a move immediately. He looked around and felt the undeniable strength and determination of the Chinese people around him.
He knew that what happened today was no longer a simple personal grievance, but a matter of dignity and position between the two countries.
"Hmph, what a sharp-tongued Chinese man." The leading martial artist sneered, then pointed his sword at Wu Tian. "However, words are meaningless. Today, let's settle things with strength. If you're truly capable, then fight me one-on-one and let me see if you can shake the glory of my nation!"
Although they looked down on the Chinese from the bottom of their hearts, Wu Tian was like a gathering of stars, condensing this power into a torrent that could not be underestimated.
Imagine if this force were to surge forth in a moment of anger; it would undoubtedly pose a formidable challenge to the Yamaguchi Dojo, and there would be little peace amidst the turmoil.
However, if the Chinese people who regard Wu Tian as their guardian deity were to witness this, their hero would suffer a setback.
This not only avoided a direct conflict between the Yamaguchi Dojo and the Chinese people, but also dealt a severe blow to the faith of the Chinese people.
From then on, perhaps no Chinese person would dare to provoke the Yamaguchi Dojo, nor would anyone dare to provoke the United States.
Faced with the arrogant provocation of the Russian martial artist, Wu Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful sneer. It was a contempt for his opponent, as well as indifference towards the upcoming duel.
"You were not worthy to be my opponent, but..." His words carried an undeniable air of authority, "For the sake of your so-called national glory, I'm giving you this opportunity."
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